Greetings from behind the electronic billboard in Shibuya. I’m sitting above the “famous” Starbucks in the little cafe (called Wired) inside Tsutaya where I ended up after the Stooges show last night. Enjoying a kahlua and milk while listening to Japanese conversation all around me and hearing wild cell-phone sounds as everyone tries to stay hyper-connected. Tummy’s full of killer yakitori and my mind is slowly erasing the day of editing as jazz replaces stress.

Getting an hour on one of these laptops for the price of a drink is much better than sitting in my room, uncomfortable on the bed because the desk is nowhere near a phone jack, typing on the borrowed work laptop while listening to the heat kick on.

I actually don’t have anything to say; I’m just a dork and think it’s way cool to be sitting here typing behind a giant-ass electronic billboard being watched by thousands as they prepare for the mad-ass dash across one of the busiest intersections in the world.

I think I’m going to try to start feeling my way through Life because thinking so much just doesn’t seem to work for me.